"But this is not the reason for you to kill them, Harry!" The witch looked at Harry's eyes and said in a heavy tone: "You have a better choice to punish them, but you chose the worst one. You are only 12 years old and want to kill people! If you trust Dumbledore and us, you should let the law punish them, rather than letting your hands be covered with blood!"

"Dumbledore?" Harry suddenly realized, and he whispered: "Did Dumbledore ask you to come? Then I must know you. I once thought Dumbledore was an amazing wizard, but in fact, he was just an ordinary old man. He did not play his due role in his failure in the Ministry of Magic and the slander of Sirius."

"Malfoy is right, Dumbledore is old!" Harry whispered.

"How can you think so, Harry!" the witch screamed, "It's him who has been protecting you!"

"Protection? Dumbledore could not even defeat Voldemort. If he was as good as you said, he would not have let my parents make a life sacrifice to put Voldemort into hell, and he could solve this matter by himself." Harry said angrily: "Since I came to Hogwarts, you have always told me how terrible and cruel Voldemort is. He is a nightmare in the magic world, which made many wizards dare not even speak his name after his death."

"I worship Dumbledore like a hero, and regard him as my relative, but when I saw Malfoy grab Voldemort's soul in his hand and torture him like a chicken, I realized that you raised Dumbledore too high, and Voldemort was just a cruel black wizard, Dumbledore...he was just an ordinary white wizard."

"You are too weak, not Voldemort is too terrible. Relying solely on Dumbledore, you will eventually become mediocre and weak people like you, and you will not be able to protect your own relatives even if you are hurt."

"It is no different to placing hope on Dumbledore than holding a beautiful expectation. You hope Dumbledore saves you and resists evil, but in fact we can only count on ourselves. I will not place any hope of revenge in the hands of others, and people can only rely on themselves!"

Harry raised his right hand and said to the mysterious witch: "Get out of the way! Don't stop me from taking revenge, otherwise we will be enemies!"

"Harry!" the witch said sadly: "So you have become like this. I thought... I thought I had time to stop everything..." She cried: "Why, is there anything more important to you than family and friends?"

"I have no family anymore!" Harry said calmly: "I just want to correct the mistakes that have happened and recover the tragedy of the past."

"You never know what you will become if you go down this road, or I should call you the fourth future Dark Lord Harry Potter, Harry, everyone loves you, and if you go down this wrong road, you don't know how much regret you will regret in the future! You will cry in front of the body of your best friend, even if he dies in your hands, you will kill the teacher of the past and execute today's classmates, and your feet are covered with bones. You will be condemned and tortured by your conscience day and night, and you will be suffering and uneasy."

"So, what supports me to go on?" Harry asked coldly.

"What?" the witch looked at Harry in surprise.

Harry repeated: "Since I am so in pain, what supports me to move forward unwaveringly on this road? Is it power, power, hatred, or is it someone I was born to be so cruel, or is I influenced by the fragments of Voldemort's soul?"

The witch looked at his scar and whispered: "So you already know."

Harry looked at the witch and asked in a low voice: "Who are you?"

"I can't tell you, but I must stop you today, stop you from making mistakes again and again." The witch raised her wand and said.

"I already know!" Harry said calmly, and he raised his right hand, looked at the somewhat confused witch, and explained: "I seem to have guessed why I can stick with it. Because I want to save the regrets I have passed, right?"

The witch trembled all over, and her hand holding the wand was trembling slightly. She already knew how big a mistake she had made. It thought it could organize it, but now it realized that perhaps it was just the trigger that had happened. Today, not only the little dwarf Peter, but also her, she said in a trembling voice: "Maybe, nothing can be saved!"

"I know why I can do these things! Perhaps, everything can be saved. As long as I do what I want to do, the tragedy that happened to me and you can be saved! That's right, you told me the most important news. The Sun Golden Sutra can indeed resurrect the dead, so I will kill those friends who stopped me, because I am sure that when I achieve my goal, I can still let them come back!"

"But you had already killed them once at that time!" the witch roared.

Harry raised his hand and released a disarming spell, but the witch did not go away when his shoulders began to move, "Damn it!" The witch fought back in anger. The spells of the two came and went in the screaming shed. The rays formed by the spells were intertwined in the air. The dwarf wanted to escape, but the spells that Harry shot out most probably fell beside him, and sometimes hit him, causing severe pain.

The spell level of the two was unexpectedly powerful, and the witch was also very surprised at how well Harry used the disarming spell, and some strange and uncommon spells. Harry could always escape at the critical moment by relying on these spells. This is why his spell and magic level were not as good as that of the witch, but he could still fight with him.

"Divine Finger Without Shadow!" The witch forced Harry back, and suddenly his right hand, which had not taken the wand, suddenly opened. She pinched a handprint and shouted in a low voice: "Dolute ray!" The cone-shaped jet ray made Harry avoid it and was sprayed onto the right half of his body. His body was like a machine without oil, and it suddenly stuttered.

Harry retreated in shock, and the witch took advantage of the victory to pursue, but as he approached Harry, he suddenly turned into sand, whizzing like a whirlwind, attacking the witch's face. Unpredictable, the witch was forced to repel, and her scarf fell off by the wind and sand.

Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar face that appeared in front of him, Harry suddenly became stunned.

His eyes showed a look of shock. The witch took the opportunity to hit him with a petrification spell. Harry petrification was in place, with an incredible face. His eyes were staring straight at her. The witch removed the local petrification on his head.

Harry said in a trembling voice: "Hermione? How could it be you?"

Hermione's eyes were red as she was no longer young and mature face, and she whispered: "I later corrected my teeth with magic and changed my hairstyle. In the sixth grade, after you killed Dumbledore!"

"Later..." Hermione was reluctant to mention it, but she still said the cruel facts: "A lot of things happened, the Weasleys opposed you, but you tolerated them, which is why we always had hope for you, until Ron did something you could not tolerate... you killed him!"

"It has completely become the fourth Dark King, and has high pressure rule over the magic world, prohibiting any wizard from contacting Muggles, not intermarriage, not contact, not understanding... You hope that the magic world will return to the pure era in the past, like Voldemort, and even concoct the prophecy that if the wizard comes into contact with Muggles again, it will destroy the entire magic world."

"I have to stop you, Harry!" Hermione cried, "I thought you changed in the second grade, when you killed the Pets with your own hands, and then you started to become cold and cruel. I thought I could stop you, so I went back here with the time converter...but I was wrong!"

Hermione raised her wand and placed it between Harry's eyebrows, her hands trembling, and tears flowed: "I have no choice!"

Harry's eyes were calm and warm, and he whispered: "Don't be sad, Hermione. Everyone has his own destiny."

Hermione's wand trembled even more, and she could hardly hold the wand in her hand. The little dwarf Peter whispered behind her: "The past cannot be changed, you must have not taken action, which led to what happened later."

"Shut up!" Hermione focused his heart and let him roll and wail next to him. Hermione's magic is not comparable to that of the underage Harry. The little dwarf will have to roll for at least half an hour.

Harry looked at Hermione who was struggling and said in a deep voice: "I want to ask you a question... Did I succeed later?"

Hermione knew what Harry was asking, and guilt made her tell her truthfully: "It can be said that it was successful, but it was not completely successful... Dumbledore's most trusted betrayed him, helped you kill him, and got the "Black Sutra of the Dead" in his hand, plus the "Golden Sutra of the Sun" and the Resurrection Stone in your hand. With Snape's help, you used the "Black Sutra of the Undead" to recall your parents' souls and resurrected Lily Evans in the "Golden Sutra of the Sun", but when you resurrected your father, Snape turned his back!"

"He cursed your father's soul into a mummy, preventing him from resurrecting."

"You killed him and imprisoned his soul on the astronomical tower. Your mother often went to see him. Later you always wanted to resurrect your father, but he was cursed by Snape and became a bloodthirsty, cruel monster. When he attacked Ginny, Ron burned his soul with fierce fire. You killed Ron! Harry, you became a cruel monster!"

Hermione stroked Harry's face and said in his ear: "At that time, we didn't know you anymore!"

"Give up! Harry. The dead man has returned to his home. If you force yourself to stay, you will only be cursed. Your mother will live in great pain later..."

Harry's mouth trembled slightly, and he showed an ugly smile.

Hermione's face showed confusion, and then her face changed drastically. She covered her stomach and fell to the ground. On Harry's chest, the sun gold flashed with a golden sunshine, eliminating the petrified curse. Harry looked at Hermione with an incredible and desperate look and whispered: "Sorry, Granger!"

Hermione looked at him in pain, and watched Harry pull out his wand and aimed at Peter the little dwarf. Peter laughed desperately and said, "You will eventually become me, Harry! You will become a person like me."

"Liuhuo burns!" A spell of fire burned the soul of Little Dwarf and Voldemort together.
Chapter completed!